ONE THOUSAND AND ONE STEAMY NIGHTS

by Shara Azod

  It was just a chick move, but she melted at his heartfelt declaration. He hadn’t even realized he was yelling. Men like Dragoş never yelled. They walked softly and carried a big, thick, lovely stick.

  Kiana threw herself at him, knocking him against the car. It only took a minute, but Dragoş quickly turned her around, taking her mouth like a conquering army, he kissed her breath away. She wrapped herself around his large, hard frame surrendering completely. They were both so engrossed in the kiss, neither saw the big, black blur barreling their way.

  ~5~

  Valentin had never run so fast in wolf form. Thank the spirits they had bonded with Kiana the first day! For whatever reason Dragoş either could not feel or was blocking the threat gathering around her. Given what he and Kiana had done in his office, he could well imagine what might be distracting his brother. Valentin had felt the threat gathering steadily. He couldn’t sit still and let Dragoş handle whatever was wrong. The feeling was too much to ignore. It took more energy than he would have liked to locate the missing couple, but when he did, his stomach dropped in terror.

  They were at the Cabin. It was where he and his brothers had placed the usurpers that had killed their mother, driving their fathers to the brink of insanity. Until they had found Kiana, most of their magic had been concentrated there, keeping the people imprisoned. Now their power was at full strength. It would drive any that they had not caught mad to think they had completed the triad.

  They had believed they had captured all the traitors. Obviously not.

  Breaking into the clearing where the Cabin stood, Valentin launched himself just as a twisted caricature of a shifter launched toward his brother and their woman locked in a heated embrace. There was no time to think that Dragoş had shown Kiana who and what they were, and she had obviously accepted it, thereby accepting them. There was no time for elation or thinking about the future.

  There was an immediate threat to their bride, and this was not something Valentin could tolerate.

  Valentin and the creature collided midair, startling the lovers who had been locked in a fevered kiss. Valentin could not spare a glance to Kiana, Dragoş would care for her. He locked his jaws around the shoulder of his enemy, just missing the throat. The half-man half-beast snarled, swinging wildly to attempt to disengage him. There was no way he was letting go. Claws racked down his sides. He could feel hot sticky blood against the fur of his coat. He could hear Kiana’s scream, he could hear his brother’s shout, but he couldn’t offer a reply.

  Seeing an opening, he dug his own claws deep into the exposed gut of the renegade were. The stench of black magic this man had used to assist him in shifting stained the air around them and filled Valentin’s mouth. He needed to get to the throat.

  Suddenly, something crashed into both Valentin and the false were. Dragoş! His brother was in wolf form, his jaws buried into the back of the false were’s neck. The thing howled a broken, sickening roar, his claws leaving Valentin’s sides to claw at what he could reach of Dragoş. Valentin gather his muscles to make a jump for the suddenly uncovered neck when suddenly the false were was propelled off the ground. Dragoş fell from his back to the ground as the false were was thrust by an unseen force through the solid door of the Cabin.

  The brothers looked in astonished awe the entire structure was suddenly engulfed in blue flame, spine-chilling yowls and shrieks coming from the evil trapped inside. They watched transfixed as every part of the structure burned to the ground. Only then did they turn to witness their bride smacking her hands together as if wiping something off them.

  Giving them a rue grin grim she shrugged.

  “What? The wind whispered the solution.”

  *****

  Kiana groaned as Valentin relentlessly nibbled on her feet. He was alternating between that and taking her big toes in his mouth. Her pussy twitched with every little bite. Form the moment they returned to the castle, her men had coddled her to the extreme; bathing her, feeding her in bed and now showing her proper attention.

  “I think you should be punished for not letting us handle the were,” Dragoş murmured, lazily tracing his fingers all over her bare skin.

  He was careful not to touch her on her nipples or her weeping pussy. Oh no! He seemed to be taking delight in touching everywhere but where she wanted him to touch.

  “You can’t punish me,” she pouted. “The wind whispered to me I had to the power to stop it. So I did.”

  “Do you think we cannot protect you?” Valentin released the foot he had been paying homage to, slowly crawling up her legs.

  There went that silver swirly thing in his eyes again. Unlike the things that had been in the mountain cabin, it looked right on Valentin and Dragoş.

  “I am thinking maybe I can protect you,” she teased, earning her a quick smack on her pussy. “Mmmm,” she purred, opening her legs wider. “Maybe I do need to be punished.”

  “Come here, iubire.”

  Dragoş didn’t wait for her to comply, but lifted her in his arms, laying back on his back. When she tried to seat herself on his ready erection, he stopped her.

  “Not there,” he whispered. “Come and sit on my face.”

  Kiana crawled up to where his mouth waited. Slowly lowering herself down, she groaned as his tongue lashed out, curling itself around his clit. Crying out, she would have fallen back, but Valentin was there, catching her with his body.

  “I’ve got you, dragă,” his hoarse whisper sounded in her ear, which he promptly bit right after the uttered sentence. “Relax and let go. Ride his face, take your pleasure.”

  Valentin used one hand to alternate between her breasts, the other slipping down to her backside. Her breath caught and held when she felt one well lubricated digit trace the outline of her puckered rosette before sinking into her ass. The burning delight coupled with the wicked ministrations of Dragoş’ tongue and Valentin’s gentle kneading of her breasts sent her spiraling out of control. Falling forward this time, her hands held the headboard in a death grip as she rode the face of Dragoş like a rodeo cowgirl.

  The one finger in her ass became two, the kneading on her breasts became heated pinches on her nipple, while Dragoş plunged his tongue deep inside her pussy while simultaneously rubbing her clit against his teeth.

  “Oh, damn this is good!” she cried out, losing herself in the sensations. “More! I need more!”

  And she got it. Holding the cheeks of her behind apart, Valentin gradually sank his cock deep inside her ass. It stretched, it burned, it felt so intensely divine she drowning!

  “Rock back on me,” Valentin groaned out. “Yes, iubirea mea, keep doing that!”

  How could she not? She moved as he moved, grinding down on Dragoş on the back stroke. Faster and faster, they moved in concert, questing the sweet, succulent release to come.

  “Oh, hell yes!” Kiana screamed, coming so hard light swam behind her closed eyes.

  But they were a long way from being done. Valentin slipped out of her ass while Dragoş lifted her straight down on her cock. She didn’t think her legs had enough strength to move, but then Valentin was back, slipping back inside her ass.

  They hadn’t taken her like this since the first time. Once more, she felt herself full to bursting, assailed by pleasure/pain and need so strong she was breathless. They moved in perfect tandem, feasting from her skin, her neck, her lips, her breast as they all climbed higher.

  “Never leave us!” Dragoş demanded.

  “Swear it!” Valentin added.

  “Never! I swear I will never leave!” Who the hell would want to leave all this? The country be damned, these men completed her as no other ever could.

  Their thrusts became almost frantic, as if they both wanted to get so deep she would feel them with them always. The room spun as their cries increased with their movements. Sweat dripped from their straining bodies.

  “I coming!” Kiana wailed, the tremors taking over her body before she could get the words out.


  “Yes, dragă, come all over my cock!” Dragoş roared, his shaft expanding with his own release deep inside her.

  Valentin didn’t speak, he howled. Stuffing every inch inside.

  They didn’t pull away from her body, they simply shifted, staying buried within her as they all lay on their sides.

  All around them, the spirits of Frumos smiled. The land would be safe, free and prosperous. Another generation safe at last.

  The End

  “Do you need want two men to pleasure you?”

  Rolanda jumped at the lazy purr. She had gotten so caught up in the story she had created, she had forgotten he was there.

  “Um, no…what do I call you anyway?”

  True to his word, the mysterious sheik that had kidnapped her had returned to the tent she supposed was to be her prison at dusk. Instead of allowing her to give him the story she had written, he had made her read it to him while he sprawled out like predator cat on the pillows, demanding she sit so close they were touching. That was after dinner, of course. And throughout her reading, he had played with a wisp of her hair, or skimmed her arm with his finger.

  Generally, she didn’t really get as aroused by her own stories as she did by other steamy tales, but with the beautiful crazy man so close, it had been impossible not to wet her panties a little.

  “You can call me Shahryar.”

  The king from 1001 Arabian Nights. Figured he would pick that one.

  “You write of one woman with two men a lot. Yet, you never write of two women with one man. Why is that, if you do not secretly desire it?”

  He was rubbing her back now. Not exactly sexually, but the large, warm hand over the caftan she had been given to wear by two timid servants who refused to look at her much less speak to her felt so sensual, Rolanda wanted to purr.

  “I write for women, not fantasies for men,” she tried to sound tart. She hoped she succeeded.

  “If I told you I could give this pleasure to you, your fantasy of two men, would you take it?”

  “No!”

  Jumping to her feet she put a foot between them, her eyes damn near bugging out of her head.

  “Decent women don’t do that sort of thing!” she informed him sharply, more than just a little of the prude in her showing.

  Writing erotica was one thing, she didn’t engage in it. It was all fantasy, things that only brought tragedy for anyone who tried to live it out. She wasn’t that foolish.

  Shahryar cocked his head, studying her closely. Way too closely. She had the uncomfortable feeling he was seeing far more than she wanted him to. She stood frozen as he rose to his feet in that slow, languid way he had and moved until their fronts was almost touching.

  “You have much to learn, little Shari.” He leaned down so close, she thought he would kiss her. She could feel the heat from his full lips. So close, so very close. But then he moved away, walking toward the opening of the tent. “Until tomorrow.”

  Why was it she felt strangely empty at his departure? She only wanted to get out of here, didn’t she? What did she feel strangely unsatisfied?

  Shaking it off, she went to lie on the bed. She needed to get a few hours sleep before sneaking out of here. She had to escape. She feared for her sanity if she didn’t.

  To be continued…